The Legend of Fatality

When Lord Dane-Gattler-Whitman strode into his tent, the Blood Duke sitting at the table frowned. The monster showed an expression of open contempt for his dark knight. "What about my prisoners? Are they there?" He gritted. "I need to use them to destroy the will of the witch Beckinsale. When she sees her farmer friends slowly dying under her window, she will open her door and beg for my forgiveness."

Necromancer Jeffrey Huntington leaned on the pillar that supported the heavy tent cloth. It felt a little funny. If he had to endure the madness of the Duke of Blood Eagle, then at least he would have some fun from it. The necromancer has already felt the destruction of the gypsy Giselle. He did not know how the female prophet Aniston defeated the banshee, but this incident did indeed make him determined to give the Duke of Blood Eagle the task of breaking into the door.

Now, Jeffrey can only sit back and watch Sir Dane Gattler Whitman twist under the thumb of the Duke of Blood Eagle.

"Your Majesty, we have searched the countryside," the Dark Knight, who was mistaken, reported. "There is no trace of a village nearby. No one has lived in this area long ago.

Hearing the report of the Dark Knight, Duke Bloodhawk ’s face was twisted into an angry mask, and his lips were drawn away from the snakelike fangs. The monster went to where his slave was standing, and his hand was ready to attack the dark knight. Suddenly, he stopped with a confused expression on his face. The Duke of Blood Eagle stared keenly at Sir Dane-Gattler Whitman's pale face, then turned his gaze to the dark knight's left arm.

Necromancer Jeffery's interest in this scene suddenly became more than just entertainment. He carefully examined every emotion on Duke Bloodhawk's face. He realized that Sir Dane Gattler Whitman was no longer a baron of Huguenot de Naval, Jeffrey thought. If this is true, then perhaps more crazy ideas will disappear from the monster's head.

"What did my knights find? Is there no one here anymore?" The Duke of Blood Eagle repeated, his eyes still full of confusion.

"No one can be found here, Your Majesty," Sir Whitman replied.

Jeffrey noticed more and more confusion on the face of Duke Blood Eagle. Soon, the Necromancer came forward, determined to seize the opportunity before it came.

"Your Majesty, your army has made those poor people run away." Jeffrey said. "They went to hide with the Duke of Gales because they knew that the female prophet Aniston was unable to resist you and could not protect them."

The confused monster turned and looked at Jeffrey. At first, the expression of Duke Blood Eagle was stern and bossy, but as the Necromancer Jeffrey continued to speak, the monster's expression began to soften. The names "Gaels" and "Anniston the female prophet" have no meaning to the past illusions immersed in this monster, but they are related to reality. At this time, the thinking of the Duke of Blood Eagle is gradually recovering.

"The road will be filled with refugees," Jeffrey Necromancer continued. "They all went to O'Queen Castle to seek the protection of the Duke of Gales. Even if the Duke summoned his army, they will be forced to slow down when dealing with refugee issues. This will give us time to strengthen our own troops. "

"My troops." The Duke of Blood Eagle snapped. "Don't forget your position, Necromancer!" He turned and gave orders to Sir Whitman and Sir Kirbynin. "Assemble troops. We leave the camp immediately."

Despite the scolding of Jeffrey by the Duke of Blood Eagle, he smiled. At least the Duke of Blood Eagle appreciates his value in this state. "Your Majesty, you should walk southeast," Jeffrey suggested. "The tombs of Hunting Dragon Mountain and the Ancient Horse King are in that direction. While the Duke of Gales is still trying to get his knights out of the wine country, we can leisurely loot these hills."

"Under my command, with the ancient horse king and the knights of the ancient graveyard, I want to destroy the Duke of Gales like an insect." The Duke of Blood Eagle swore. The monster's eyes shone with bloodthirsty light. "Then all of Aquitaine's territory will once again belong to me! This time, the kingdom of blood will continue for a thousand years!"

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The moon's pathological light cast a terrible shadow on the earth. The air was filled with a dead breath, heavy and suffocating, like the folds of a shroud. In the darkness, the rustle of leather wings and the whispering of bats formed an evil accompaniment with the deep throaty chanting of the man squatting on the barren soil.

The Duke of Blood Eagle stands beside Necromancer Jeffery. Necromancer is practicing his terrible skills, using his black magic to provide the dark power needed by mortals. The monster felt his power was absorbed by Jeffrey's resurrection magic.

The Duke of Blood Eagle stared at the darkness outside. Behind him is his army, skeletons and zombies collected from a hundred peasant villages, ghouls and undead collected from the castle catacombs on the rocks, and collected from the chapel in the village of Giril Black knight. The monster frowned, thinking about his abominable legion.

This is not enough, especially when he became the current king of Aquitaine. He needs more power, he needs a force that can destroy any existing army that any Burtanians can form. Only then can he let this land pay for everything he has taken away. Only in this way can he build his own kingdom of blood.

Huge hills surround the army of the Duke of Blood Eagle, and the horse kings of ancient times built this hill to commemorate their fallen undead. The ancient tomb was a source of power that the Duke of Blood Eagle dared not use when fighting King Charles. Now he understands. He knew his ambitions were unlimited, and there was no limit to what he had to do. If the corpse of Duke Gailes-Du-Aragon lies in front of him now, he will call on him to stand up and march under his banner!

The spell of Necromancer Jeffery ended with a roaring nickname. The name was so old and dirty that even the monster shivered. He could feel a shocking force in the air, and a chill penetrated into the air from another field in some way. The Duke of Blood Eagle looked anxiously at the mounds, waiting for the Necromancer to release the ancient undead.

There was only silence in the long wait. Jeffery glanced nervously at his master, fearing what the Duke of Blood Eagle would do to him if the spell failed. But the monster didn't notice Jeffrey's anxiety. He could feel the changes in his surroundings, smell the smell of the power in the air, the worldly energy was sucked into the cold soil, and attracted by the things buried underground.

There was a clicking sound in the distance, which was a soft sound of stones moving and dust gurgling in the grass. The Duke of Blood Eagle walked closely with the noise, and a grinning smile spread across his grinning face.

In a mound, a steady stream of mud rolled down from the outside. Something was dug out of the ancient tomb and pushed it up. Soon, as dozens of holes began to appear on the surface of the mound, the trickle turned into a waterfall of mud, rocks and grass. A knotty gray stone pushed forward in the faint moonlight, the soil stuck to the surface of the stone, and the tree roots hung on both sides of the stone. When the stone was pushed higher, it revealed the shape of a bone, a calcified skull shell.

Skull-like claws quickly followed the skull ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ grabbed the edge of the hole and desperately pulled the flesh-free body out of the ancient grave. The ribs of the ancient skeleton knight were wrapped in a pair of rotten bronze scales, and a sharp hunting knife was hung around his waist.

The Duke of Blood Eagle waved to the ancient horse king. The skull knight's head twirled around his neck, making a sharp click, and the flame of magic burned in the depression in its face squinting at Duke Blood Eagle. With the embarrassing stiffness buried in the grave for more than two thousand years, the Skeleton Knight walked slowly towards the Duke of Blood Eagle, and dirt and weed dripped from him as he walked. The other skeleton knights followed the first and formed an ancient death army.

Such scenes made Jeffrey flinch, and when two hundred resurrected Ma Wang came to him, he flinched. The necromancer ran quickly behind the majestic warhorse Palomo, curled up in the shadow of the ghost warhorse.

When a group of resurrected evil skeletons were approaching him, the Duke of Blood Eagle was indifferent and stood motionless. Then the monster raised his hand and motioned the old dead to stop. The entire regiment seemed to be composed of a corpse, and stopped in the same motion, their glowing eyes looking forward to their new owner with anticipation.

"Now," Duke Blood Eagle yelled excitedly, while staring at the row of undead soldiers in front of him, "My revenge has begun." He clenched his armor-like hands into fists, sending out The sound of two metal plates squeezing each other, this monster used his terrible power to vent his anger.

"The first is Duke Gales, the usurper," the Duke of Blood Eagle growled. "Then King Charles and everyone who prayed to the **** treacherous woman!"